izillama
First Post
Clover stared after the boy a bit sourly, muttering to herself, "Should have just told him to go die. Wonder what would have happened?"
She shrugged and made her way out of the club, walking to the bus stop without really noticing how she got there, since they had done this so many times before.
While she waited, she sighed and leaned against the post for the bus sign, watching people walk around her without even looking up. She was a dead island in a sea of human life, and her eyes scanned the masses for any sign of recognition. Finding none, she began to feel very alone. The people parted and wound around her, seeming to keep their distance from her stranger form, and she wondered if they could sense her danger as she could sense their life.
She waited. And the people began to blend one into the other. Each of them with so much purpose. Or at least believing they had so much purpose. Each of them trying to have purpose.
But there was none.
[sblock]'I am the vampire. They are the humans. It's Darwin, isn't it? Someone needs to do it. I suppose it should be us. Pick off the weak. The too-old. The too-young. The too-drunk. The un-aware. The idiot. Their purpose? Ha! At this moment I am surroundedby a living smorgasbord. Every type... any type... like ripe apples ready for the picking. Purpose. Them? With miserable, phony lives. So fake. Don't make me laugh. Even you! You lovers on the corner? You drunken fool staring at that wench across the street? You strangers? You lawyers coming home late from work--thinking your wives will really believe you spent all this time "on a case"? You quack therapist counting your bills like a petty pig? You think any of you matter? You think you can tempt me? None of you matter. And your blood will spill past me like leaves on a river. You're missing the whole point. You're the sheep blindly passing the spot where the wolf waits. And lucky for you, this wolf doesn't even care. She can't even care. Because none of you even matter to me, just like none of you even matter to anyone else. Your relationships are as fake and fleeting as your empty, pathetic lives. They can both be over in an instance! You think you know me? You think you can just disregard me? You think you can understand me? When I don't even want any of you? When I'm surrounded by a literal banquet and can't even stomach the sight of any of you!? Can you tell me how I feel? You can't even be honest with yourselves.' [/sblock]
She growled inwardly as the bus pulled up.
She shrugged and made her way out of the club, walking to the bus stop without really noticing how she got there, since they had done this so many times before.
While she waited, she sighed and leaned against the post for the bus sign, watching people walk around her without even looking up. She was a dead island in a sea of human life, and her eyes scanned the masses for any sign of recognition. Finding none, she began to feel very alone. The people parted and wound around her, seeming to keep their distance from her stranger form, and she wondered if they could sense her danger as she could sense their life.
She waited. And the people began to blend one into the other. Each of them with so much purpose. Or at least believing they had so much purpose. Each of them trying to have purpose.
But there was none.
[sblock]'I am the vampire. They are the humans. It's Darwin, isn't it? Someone needs to do it. I suppose it should be us. Pick off the weak. The too-old. The too-young. The too-drunk. The un-aware. The idiot. Their purpose? Ha! At this moment I am surroundedby a living smorgasbord. Every type... any type... like ripe apples ready for the picking. Purpose. Them? With miserable, phony lives. So fake. Don't make me laugh. Even you! You lovers on the corner? You drunken fool staring at that wench across the street? You strangers? You lawyers coming home late from work--thinking your wives will really believe you spent all this time "on a case"? You quack therapist counting your bills like a petty pig? You think any of you matter? You think you can tempt me? None of you matter. And your blood will spill past me like leaves on a river. You're missing the whole point. You're the sheep blindly passing the spot where the wolf waits. And lucky for you, this wolf doesn't even care. She can't even care. Because none of you even matter to me, just like none of you even matter to anyone else. Your relationships are as fake and fleeting as your empty, pathetic lives. They can both be over in an instance! You think you know me? You think you can just disregard me? You think you can understand me? When I don't even want any of you? When I'm surrounded by a literal banquet and can't even stomach the sight of any of you!? Can you tell me how I feel? You can't even be honest with yourselves.' [/sblock]
She growled inwardly as the bus pulled up.